Dear Week Before Finals Week,
Look, I know we're going to end up spending a lot of time together next week, but please don't read too much into it. You were kind of a jerk to me last time we hung out, and I haven't forgotten it.
Wait - let me finish.
Now for the sake of my final grades, I'm willing to be civil, but I don't want you getting any ideas. If I had it my way, my final grades would have nothing to do with you, but that doesn't seem to be the way the system works. I'm sorry if that stings a little, but I think I should be honest with you. You deserve at least that much.
Hoping we can still be friends,
P.S. I'm going to bed now. Please stop calling me, it makes you look desperate.
See Finals Week and I actually get along quite well, it's the week before that tends to kick my ass. During Finals Week I usually have one huge exam in every class, but I try to take all of them on the first day. The way I see it, I buckle down for one miserable day of test taking and then the rest of my week is free. Great in theory, but it makes for a seriously stressful week before...which is next week.
Let me shed a little light on the mystery that is the week before finals.
See I usually end up spending far too much time on the computer, which means that at some point (probably by Tuesday) I'll end up going crosseyed. During this time I will begin to put more effort into stalling than actually doing my homework, which will result in an overload of useless information (dancing chipmunks!) to my already ground-to-a-pulp brain. At some point, the frustrating monotony of coursework I have now deemed completely useless will probably push me into savant territory, where, still in my attempt to stall from studying, I may even turn out some seriously impressive blog-work (though I doubt it). Eventually, my lack of sleep, combined with dehydration and an overabundance of helpful cats will most likely cause me to have some kind of a minor stroke, and soon after my roommate will find me lying facedown in the kitchen, cuddling a tear-stained empty bag of Oreos.
I didn't say it was pretty, I'm just trying to warn you.
I still have one class left of course...some measly thing that's sure to hang around until the first week of August, but the thought of my courseload dropping from 18 credits to 3 has me frothing at the mouth...soooo clooooose...
So folks, if you get a rather bitter post in the next few days, don't take it personally. I am approaching the Doomsday that is Finals Week, and I have my game face on. This could get ugly.